I held out for a long time. Years, even. I resisted MySpace, scoffed at Friendster and was stalwart in my conviction that Facebook was not something I needed in my…
The Road Less Traveled
Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -“The Road Not…
Where Were You When…?
Two weeks ago I was in Berkeley visiting a friend when I saw news coverage of the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. It’s amazing, the change that takes place in…
Past, Present, Future
Two weeks before my seventeenth birthday, my Nana, aunt, and uncle took me on a ten-day trip to Paris. An enthusiastic French student, I was beyond thrilled to have the…
Kids and Travel
“Miss, when are you going home?” In the usual hustle and bustle of work, surrounded by students of all ages, I missed this question. But the 4th grader was persistent,…
Who Says You Can’t Go Home?
I’m driving from my mom’s house in Hanover, NH to my alma mater, Wellesley College, in Massachusetts after a pretty intense Thanksgiving road trip. The descent to North Carolina begins…again….
Megan’s Top Ten of 2010
As challenging as 2010 was, I experienced some amazing things as a Go Girl. I celebrated one year as a writer for this fantastic online magazine with our year anniversary…
Ronda
Ronda was a surprise for all of us. It was a few days after Christmas, 2007, and my family was driving along the coast of Spain to celebrate in Malaga….
Discovering the Beauty of Dependence
I had a revelation yesterday. Well, actually it began last Friday. Well, actually I’ve been piecing things together for the past several months, but didn’t begin to articulate it until…
November Swim
After a quick trot through a nearby park (the family that runs together, sweats together), we were ready for a swim. Even my mom who famously refuses to get in…
Austin, Texas
Texas has trees. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I thought it would be more like the deserts familiar in John Wayne cowboy motion pictures. I realize that I only…
Breztels and Katrin
Maybe it’s recent beer talk amongst friends, or rehearsing the Brahms’ Requiem (complete with German pronunciation lessons), or maybe just a nostalgic desire to cuddle up with a dear friend,…
Moving on Out
At 10pm I shed my bridesmaid’s dress behind the doors of the bridal party dressing room and escape the vineyards of New Hampshire’s Flag Hill Winery to the white Toyota…
Roots
On my surprise layover in Portugal, I stop by my cousin João’s little house in Val Florido, a town about the size of my right foot. I walk from my…
Friends All Over the World, Part 2
I will not go into the reasons for me not being allowed to board my flight home– God knows if I talk about it again I might begin to throw…